Tuesday Ten – Hall

Each week, we will spend ten minutes writing and attempting to complete a flash story. We hope that the exercise will allow us to grow as writers, as well as provide a small amount of entertainment for you. Further, we hope to inspire you to do the same.

 

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Warm Hearts and Happy Endings

“What kind of a name is Greece?” the clerk asked as he studied the woman’s credit card.

The crush of humanity in the store had left her in no mood to deal with this guy.

“It’s my name,” she said bluntly.

It was her own fault for putting off her Christmas shopping until the 22nd, but that didn’t make the atmosphere in the store any more pleasant. The guy looked offended and she felt bad, but not bad enough to say anything. He completed the transaction in silence, then handed her back the credit card and the receipt.

The man turned away and started chatting with a co-worker. Greece sighed heavily.

“Sir?”

He still hadn’t given her the bag filled with her purchased goods.

“Sir!” she snapped, trying to get his attention.

He gave her a dirty look over his shoulder, then turned away.

“Oh, nuh uh,” she said.

Her bad mood was now nearing homicidal, and she had to take a deep breath to stop herself from screaming a cuss word at the man’s back. Instead she leaned over and reached across the counter, trying to grab her bag.

“Stop, thief!”

She grabbed her bag, then turned to see a security guard rushing towards her.

“Wait, what?”

The man pushed through the crowd, his face red as he made his way to her. He pointed angrily at her.

“Put the bag down, now.”

“This is mine,” Greece said. “I paid for it!”

The guy clearly wasn’t a cop, and she had every right to do what she’d done anyways. The last thing she wanted to do right now was take sass from some part time seasonal employee who thought putting on a security uniform made him some kind of authority figure.

He stopped in front of her, clearly displeased that she hadn’t listened to his instruction to put down the bag. People had stopped and were staring now, and for some reason that was the last straw for Greece. The inconvenience she could endure, but adding on embarrassment and public ridicule was too much for her.

The security guard reached for her arm.

“You’re coming with me.”

She pulled away.

“Like hell I am!”

Now even more people were watching. A second security guard was starting to push through the crowd and come towards them. Greece quickly weighed her options. She could do what they were saying, show the receipt, explain the misunderstanding and be on her way. Or…

She reached up to the counter and grabbed the spinning display of watches. She tipped it over. The security guard’s eyes went wide and he moved under it to catch it. Greece used the opening and ran for the door.

“Hey!” the security guard yelled as he caught the display.

Greece shouldered her way through the crowd, her heavy coat streaking behind her as she ran. She could see the second security guard out of the corner of her eye. He was way too far behind to stop her.

She slammed into the door, flinging it open and emerging out into the cold night air. She kept running, going past her car and heading down the sidewalk. She doubted they’d follow her, but even if they did, she didn’t really care. Greece noticed something then. She was laughing. All the stress of the Christmas season was gone, and for a moment her heart was warm and her body was filled with joy. She looked behind her. The security guards had already given up.

She stopped and put her hands on her knees, breathing heavily between bouts of laughter. It was the most fun she’d had in years.

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